I’m Priscilla *** The Sacred Thread by Donna D. Vitucci Seated Learning The ghosts watch us quietly, for what else have they to do? Our lives exasperate them. The children have never minded their elders, they whisper to one another. We hear their voices as...
Vladimir Chuchadeev *** Dreams of Decadent Grief by Alexandra Stanislaw You imagine your suicide – the faux porcelain bathtub brimming with sudsy water, milky swirls kissing your breasts, the bulge of your middle over the top line of the water, the reddening...
Erda Estremera *** Town at the End of the World by Shelly R. Fredman The first time I walked the slip of sand that is Wellfleet Harbor, I huddled in the wind against my college professor. He had summered in the town for years, and for our first and only night...
Eavesdropping on Myself at Seventeen Yo man, come on, you might as well admit you really got no reason to be talking shit, except for the fear you got growing inside like a jungle plant or a monster’s mouth opening wide, and in the big scheme of things you ain’t much...
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